Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ White Devil's Kiss ❯ Four Years Ago ( Prologue )

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Four years ago, Meteor fell. It brought destruction and pain to the city of Midgar and turned it into another ruin on the planet. The evil creature, Jenova, having caused the greatest of warriors to do her bidding tried to bring it down upon and wipe out all human kind. But there is always hope as long as the people believe.

 

Cloud Strife appeared. And with his friends, destroyed Jenova and Sephiroth before they were destroyed themselves. This brought on a new era for the planet and its people. They lived in peace and prosperity. Never having to live in fear again.

 

The small group that had won the day went their separate ways. Each doing his or her own thing. Mercenaries, bar tenders, big time politicians, or just trying to make it along in life. None of them expected to ever fight again, ever.

 

 

Four years ago, Meteor fell. It rained its fire and fury down upon Shin-ra, destroying the once great empire. It also wiped out the insane works of Hojo. A mad scientist who enjoyed experimenting on others. Everyone believed that his final works had been destroyed and his madness would never again infect the world. But do not believe everything you hear.

 

Deep beneath the glaciers of the Northern Continent, an underground cavern is hidden and within this underground Eden, the final experiments of Hojo live on. One sleeps, awaiting the day when it can awaken and destroy the world. The other grows while the mind remains as a small child. Both lack the final pieces to complete their structure.

 

Also buried with them are several scientists in charge of caring for the two. But they do not wish to carry on Hojo's work. They only wish to care for the angels they have been left with.

 

 

Four years ago, Meteor fell. And in its wake, left a broken man. He lay at the bottom of the crater, watching Holy fly to the crash site to save the planet. The memories of death and carnage returned to him and he shivered in physical and emotional agony. His body healed slowly so that he may one day return to the surface. And while he laid in his agony, a name came to his lips. A name that could save him.

 

“Ariah.”

 

His whispered it into the darkness where only the rocks could hear. And even though rocks have ears, they cannot speak. So they could not comfort the poor tortured soul who lay against them. They could only stand as the strong, silent bones of the planet, just as they had always done.